Friends

What better gift than that of friends? Over the past few years, I’ve felt the joy of this gift more than at most other times in my life. Other than my young childhood, when life was without the heaviness that too often intrudes into one’s adult life, when friends were simply the other parts of you that made you you, the friendships I have now take me beyond completion, beyond the moment. And into forever.

But oh! the blessing it is to have a friend to whom one can speak fearlessly on any subject; with whom one’s deepest as well as one’s most foolish thoughts come out simply and safely.  Oh, the comfort – the inexpressible comfort of feeling safe with a person – having neither to weigh thoughts nor measure words, but pouring them all right out, just as they are, chaff and grain together; certain that a faithful hand will take and sift them, keep what is worth keeping, and then with the breath of kindness blow the rest away.  ~Dinah Craik, A Life for a Life, 1859

To be *that* friend…

Carry on.

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